Banga Obama

I popped that shit last night And I been rolling for like half the day I might treat a store just like some trash And throw some cash away She still leaving you to f*ck wit me When she don't have her way Got that lil bitch talking to my balls Like she on cast away My homie ain't got no charges It's like he don't have a face Call him jimmy neutron Any problems he gon blast away She just had a blast But shit to us it's just an average day I know life a bitch But love that bitch Until she pass away We gon make a movie In the morning Like a matenae Drink me up like Chardonnay Say she like my after taste Make me want her bad today Why you niggas had to hate I don't talk too much You know I just say what I have to say And I don't exaggerate I know what be gas and ain't I know who gone last and can't Think I reached the master rank Bro bro home now pass the dank Or get that man a glass of drink Big man I just crash the paint Tryna make my stash the bank Oyeah oyeah Bh we da label Call me Banga Obama Teddy told me son you niggas Like I banging yo mama And you can try to run up on me But that Banga be on me So think about it before I blow out yo brain With this 40 Hood nigga But you still won't see me drinking no 40 Or fucking on a bitch I know That can't do shit for me I been on a roll It's like a shame if I worry Either I been here before Or I just came here too early You don't f*ck wit me And I don't f*ck wit you It mutual Really nigga who is you F*ck bout what you used to do I'm not tryna be cool with you Must be on that goofy juice Make me knock yo coofy loose Boy you sweet like juicy juice We just took a pic She like ooh shit girl Ain't he beautiful But girl you not too bad yourself I might know what to do wit you When she throw it back I grab her tracks Girl I'm so rude to you But I like how that Booty do And I love that coochie too I might do the Nikes really Really f*ck them gucci shoes I'm so in my zone You can't keep up I think I'm losing you I think I'm confusing you I think you confused